The door opened before me, and I quickly stepped in, my heart racing. Dave gave me a big hug, which somewhat calmed my nerves. I gave him the bottle of wine, and suggested a glass might settle me. I sat in the recliner, and took a healthy sip when Dave gave me a glassful. I felt the warmth as it spread from my stomach.
Dave showed me the strap-on he had bought. I handled it gingerly, and examined how it worked. Dave sat on the edge of the bed in his robe as I did. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him down his wine and get up for another glass. I took another drink, and found mine was gone. I called to him to fill my glass, which he did.
"Close the bathroom door a little, and turn out the lights" I told him. With a wry smile, he did. The room plunged into a comfortable murkiness, with subdued lighting provided by the washroom lights. The wine and the low lighting eased my jangled nerves, and a sense of lustiness filled me. A fantasy was about to be fulfilled, and the realization made me feel reckless. "C'm'here and take off my panties," I told him, my voice husky.
I skootched out my bottom as he knelt before me. He ran his hands up and down my thighs, and I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation. He stuck his face close to my crotch and took a long whiff, letting out a little moan of desire. I felt his nose push my cotton panties into my slit, a wonderfully wicked feeling. I tousled his hair, pushing his face into me. I was beginning to feel the long-hidden side of me that craved dominating him. He was going to be a slut for me today, and I was going to use him.
I let go his head after a bit, and I felt his fingers trace the furrow his nose had made. They gently felt my lips and mound through the cotton. He was being a teasing little prick! "Take them off and eat me," I told him. His hands slid up to the waistband and began to pull my panties down. As he revealed my muff, I closed my eyes. My panties slipped over my feet, and he pressed my legs far apart. I felt the cold air of the room on me, and another surge of excitement tore through me; my cunt was bare to his eyes.
Without any more pause, he put his tongue directly on my sex. I let my head settle back and I luxuriated in his talent as he worshipped my pussy with his tongue. I could tell he loved it, not only from his deep growl-like moans, but from the eager attention he was providing. This man loved to eat pussy, and the truth is that I loved to have him eating me.
It was divine, simply relaxing as Dave sucked and licked me. I took sips of wine every now and again, feeling ever more mellow while at the same time feeling my orgasm building from deep within me. Every now and then he would hit just the right spot, sending shivers of pleasure rippling from my cunt through my whole body.
I reached down and spread my lips for him. He responded immediately, lapping at my very hole gently and with his tongue flattened. He swirled his tongue around the edges of my hole, and then slowly corkscrewed into me. His fingers spread my lips, letting me sink back into the recliner again, back into the feeling of safety and being loved.
I drained my glass, and told him, "be a love and get me another glass of wine?" Actually, my voice was more like a croak. But, he jumped up immediately, and came back with the wine bottle. He filled my glass and set the bottle on the stand next to me. Then, he sank to his knees before me again, and buried his face in my pussy. I draped my legs over his shoulders and back, completely at ease.
I felt my excitement building, building. "Finger me, cuntlicker," I told him. I put my feet on his shoulders, swinging my knees far apart. I felt positively trampy, my cunt gaping open. He slid his finger in, testing my wetness. Finding me slippery, he pushed in another. I felt his fat fingers slowly sliding in and out, so slowly I could feel every knuckle. When his fingers were buried all the way, he'd suckle at my clit, licking and sucking it. I knew my long awaited orgasm was close. He'd been eating me for almost a half hour, slowly building me to this point.
"Can you cum?" I asked. He moaned the affirmative. "Lay on your back," I told him. He did as I asked, and I slid off the recliner. I knelt over his face, and settled back until I felt his tongue fucking me. Oh God it felt good! I knelt there, finishing my glass of wine. Such decadence! Imagine sitting on a man's face as he ate you with such relish!
My wine finished, I reached down and parted his robe. He was of course wearing a condom over his rock hard cock. I slowly peeled it off, watching the oozing pre-cum drip out. I snuck my tongue into the condom, tasting his sticky juice. It tasted absolutely delicious, and I wondered what his sperm would taste like. Oh well, he would find out, not me. I reached down and tickled his cock with my red fingernails, watching it bob up and down appreciatively.
I guess touching his cock was a good thing, because he went wild on my pussy. His tongue was everywhere, licking my clit, stabbing into my pussy. It felt marvelous! Better than marvelous! I felt my orgasm begin, a great gasping thing that swelled from my womb to my brain. I ground -hard!-against his face, his mouth clamped onto my clit. I felt the need to be fucked coming hard, and I fairly lept off his face and onto his cock. I settled down in one swift movement, making him gasp with pleasure. I rocked back and forth, my clit striking his shaved balls. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" I cried, and his cock repeatedly jammed into my spasming pussy.
Gloriously, I felt him spray my insides with jet after jet of cum. I continued to hump him, rubbing my clit as my pussy squeezed him again and again. Finally, we were both spent. I sagged a little, feeling his hardness slowly ebb away.
